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I was dreaming of touching the sadness of the world
on the disenchanted edge of an unknown swamp
I was dreaming of a heavy water where I would find
the lost paths of your deep mouth again

In my hands I felt a filthy animal
that escaped from the night of a hideous forest
and I saw it was the evil from which you were dying
which, laughing, I call the sadness of the world

a crazy light a burst of thunder
a laugh freeing your long nudity
an immense splendor finally illuminated me

and I saw your pain like charity
radiant in the night the long clear form
and the tomb-like cry of your infinity.

" — Georges Bataille, I was Dreaming of Touching the Sadness of the World (via neuriot)

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